Roasted – or grilled – chicken had no dreams.

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Friday 19, July 2019

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Roasted – or grilled – chicken had no dreams. It had no thoughts on slut-shaming, virgin-shaming, or ageism. A roasted chicken had no outlet to tell us that To live with one's parents is a shame; That to be single, Promiscuous, Poor, And still smiling and happy, is something that cannot be done.
   

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    lol Tell me, does your philosophy discuss whether a roasted chicken minds being eaten? Cool
    Yes. I believe they reside in those delicious derrieres.